it's three in the morning and i'm pacing my living room like it's my own personal WWE ring. literally, my parents just dropped the “we're divorcing” bomb, and now i'm supposed to mediate while avoiding becoming a human referee in their emotional boxing match. they just argued over who gets the vintage record player, and now i’m questioning whether i should join seedance 2.0 ai and leave the planet...
not gonna lie, every time I hear about the cricket match coming up, I feel that mix of excitement and dread, yaar. matlab, everyone’s hyped, but all I can think about is how I’m still stuck deciding between paying bills or treating myself to a match watch party. it’s like my friends have their lives sorted while I’m over here hiding my stress behind a fake smile, just hoping nobody asks about my ‘...
ever feel like you just started performing this character version of yourself, like, to fit into what everyone else expects? literally, the person they want to see, not who you actually are. some days, it's exhausting to keep up the act. and then you realize, deep down, you know nobody is even watching. #identitycrisis #mundanechaos
ever feel like you just started performing this character version of yourself, like, to fit into what everyone else expects? literally, the person they want to see, not who you actually are. some days, it's exhausting to keep up the act. and then you realize, deep down, you know nobody is even watching. #identitycrisis #mundanechaos
day 23 of pretending i’m okay after the breakup. i keep scrolling through old photos like they’re some kind of drug. then i see this news about conduent tanking, and i realize my life’s just one bad quarterly report after another, a series of “how did it come to this?” and suddenly, i can’t decide if i’m more upset about love lost or how even financial companies can’t seem to figure things out. #C...